paper heart gallery

crookedsmile's picture

pristine places newfound faces
beam with complimenting statements
in a gallery of paper hearts
while zinfandel in plastic cups
slide down our throats to warm us
to loosen our lips, our inhibitions
freely speaking minds soaring, roaring
visually stimulating rocking horse races perpetually
ideas expressed with seductive gazes and winks
I bite my lip to refrain from biting yours


goodbye angel's picture

I really like that, especiall

I really like that, especially the last line. (Pardon my randomness...)